There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 564 | 2011-12-02 20:09:19 | 61.34 | 91% |
| 403 | 2011-11-28 21:09:47 | 53.10 | 88% |
| 239 | 2011-11-24 18:24:10 | 58.21 | 91% |
| 92 | 2011-11-17 17:02:50 | 43.79 | 95% |